An auspicious start
Jan. 24th, 2002 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5I got up at five this morning. Too damn early as it is.
I stood at the head of the stairs in my room, and I couldn't see anything because it was dark- and, (having lapsed into a blonde moment) I decided to stretch.
My stairs are very easy to slip on (right Anna!) and down I went, in the dark, waking everyone up. Actually only my mom came to see what was wrong. "God, what happened? Are you okay?" Yeah, now go away! Or do you want to gloat over my clumsiness as I lay sprawled here in all my glory?
Cleaned the Phone From Hell, aka the Traditions kitchen. Two years of ingrained food all over it, and after soaking the damn thing in ammonia and any other cleaning article I could get my hands on for two hours, it STILL wasn't clean.
I have to leave for karate now. I don't feel like it.
Call Kate. Call Josh. Call Big John from Pulaski. I hate communicating, sometimes.
I stood at the head of the stairs in my room, and I couldn't see anything because it was dark- and, (having lapsed into a blonde moment) I decided to stretch.
My stairs are very easy to slip on (right Anna!) and down I went, in the dark, waking everyone up. Actually only my mom came to see what was wrong. "God, what happened? Are you okay?" Yeah, now go away! Or do you want to gloat over my clumsiness as I lay sprawled here in all my glory?
Cleaned the Phone From Hell, aka the Traditions kitchen. Two years of ingrained food all over it, and after soaking the damn thing in ammonia and any other cleaning article I could get my hands on for two hours, it STILL wasn't clean.
I have to leave for karate now. I don't feel like it.
Call Kate. Call Josh. Call Big John from Pulaski. I hate communicating, sometimes.
